What can I say about how Everett and I met? Honestly… it feels like something straight out of a fairytale—but with a little more personality and a lot more persistence on my part. We didn’t meet through a dating app or some perfectly curated profile. Nope. Ours started the old-fashioned way—through mutual acquaintances, a casual dinner party… and a moment that completely caught me off guard. He walked through his sister’s front door, and I swear my entire world paused. My jaw? Dropped. My thoughts? Gone. And somewhere in that very dramatic, very me moment, I just knew. So naturally, I did what any completely rational woman would do… I leaned over and told his sister, “I’m going to marry him.” Bold? Yes. Premature? Maybe. Wrong? Absolutely not. Now, I can’t say Everett immediately shared my level of clarity. In fact, he made me work for it. Like… really work for it. But if there’s one thing about me—it’s that I don’t give up on something (or someone) I believe in. Eventually… my persistence paid off. The first time he kissed me, it was game over. That was it. The moment everything shifted from “maybe” to “oh… this is something real.” Then came the eclipse—the moment we made it official. And if that’s not main-character energy, I don’t know what is. Standing there together, we both knew… neither of us was going anywhere. From there, everything just fit. Like the kind of effortless you don’t question—it just feels right. From our shared love of adventure and the outdoors, to thrifting treasures and balancing each other out (him loving the cold while I’m five layers deep and still complaining), we found our rhythm somewhere between chaos and comfort. And then came the most important part—him stepping into my world with Rosalyn. Watching the two of them together, watching us become a family so naturally, so seamlessly… that’s when it hit me in a completely different way. This wasn’t just love. This was home. And I knew, without a doubt, I never wanted to do life without him. So when Everett got down on one knee and asked me to spend forever with him… let’s be honest, the answer was always going to be yes. On August 22nd, I won’t be gracefully gliding down the aisle… I’ll probably be speed-walking (or full-on running) straight into his arms, ready to say “I do” and lock this in forever. Because this love story? It’s not just a fairytale. It’s ours—and we’re just getting started 💫